For
example, a good job will not fall from the sky (though I wouldn’t complain if
my bloody luck could help me a bit), neither my knight in shining armor on his
white horse (or even his Beetle Car, whatever!). Since whichever way you see
it, I’m a disappointment, I’ve decided to give myself 1 year in order to make
my dreams come true (or at least some of them). Since I’ve reached the bottom
of the sea with the weeds dragging me deeper and deeper, I declare that today, November
30th 2011, I’m ready to start swimming towards the surface of the
sea, in the hopes of emerging (like another Aphrodite) and confronting the
shiny sunrays warming my face (and not clouds, lightening and storms). I don’t
want to sound extremely optimistic but something tells me that I better get
lots of sunscreen and rub it all over my face just in case happiness is way too
hot for me. It is known that if you want the rainbow you have to put up with
the rain first. But my life so far hasn’t been a simple rainfall, more like Katrina
the Hurricane – oh I’m so ‘’gone with the wind’’! There have been some good
moments of course, but it’s been a while since the last time that I felt truly
happy. So, this blog is going to be my diary. My past and my present. As for my
future, that, we shall discover it together!
I’ve never
contemplated on what went wrong in my life or whether I am to blame. So, by
writing about my past, I might succeed in improving my present and learning
from my mistakes so that next time I can at least make different or better
mistakes.
But where
do I start? Hmmm… I have to hatch a plan of action. What the hell! James Bond always
had one and never failed to make it work! I know my deadline, it’s 1 year. Same
time next year, right before Christmas, which happens to be my favorite
holiday! But my priority is this year’s Christmas and I plan to spend it
without moaning, nagging, whining or fighting. Because even though the
financial recession dictates us to live in a constant depression, I plan my
holidays to be as creative and magical as possible. Although I’m 34 years old
(dammit) I still believe in Santa Claus and I still write him a letter every
Christmas Eve, just like I used to do when I was little (Ok, maybe I’m not
leaving milk and cookies under the tree…besides I don’t have a fireplace nor a
chimney). But it looks like I’m losing track of my very important subject. Right.
Plan. Goals. Desires. Needs.
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